Release the Dog Yujiro vs. the Unbeatable Golden Spear Kuroki

Chapter 72 The unbeatable Xiaoqiang

Jet rushed to Luo Hao like an enraged lion, clenching his right fist as if he had accumulated tremendous power, and was about to throw a shocking right swing punch.

Luo Hao's heart trembled. He leaned his back against the hard iron net and instinctively raised his arms to protect his head tightly, ready to meet the thundering blow.

However, the Jets suddenly changed their attack strategy.

His right fist, which was ready to strike out, did not swing out as expected, but unexpectedly he threw out a fierce left straight punch, hitting Luo Hao's abdomen.

Luo Hao was caught off guard and was hit hard in the abdomen. The pain made Luo Hao frown, the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily, and his teeth were grinding.

Just when Luo Hao was in unbearable pain, Jet's right swing punch came like a storm.

Luo Hao's heart tightened and he quickly protected his abdomen with both hands, but at this critical moment, the Jet used a dirty trick - a direct knee attack on the crotch.

Luo Hao was suddenly panicked. He hurriedly used his hand to hold the opponent's knee, but he was still inevitably hit by a swinging punch on the side of his face.

Although he was not hit hard, the punch left a large red blood mark on Luo Hao's left cheek, which was burning with pain.

"Referee, he fouled, he kicked me in the crotch!"

Luo Hao shouted loudly while struggling to resist the opponent's attack.

However, the referee completely ignored Luo Hao's shouting.

Some of the gamblers in the audience even mocked Luo Hao, "Little devil, you are still confused even now. There are no rules here. If you don't want to be kicked out of the bird, just cover it quickly, hahahaha..."

Heilong stood in the audience, shook his head helplessly, and smiled bitterly in his heart.

He thought to himself: "Luo Hao is really too well-behaved. He has never seen the world. This is really a case of a model student meeting a street urchin!"

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Luo Hao, calm down quickly, adjust your mentality, forget all the rules, and then beat the bald guy opposite you!"

The situation on the ring is unpredictable.

Seeing that his dirty trick didn't work, the Jets became even more ruthless and stepped up their attack again.

He continued to push Luo Hao against the edge of the iron net, and smashed Luo Hao's arms madly with his hands like hammers.

The continuous attacks of elbow chops and upward thrusts made Luo Hao almost unable to breathe.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

There were continuous dull collision sounds coming from the ring, and every collision tried to break Luo Hao's will.

However, Luo Hao gradually adapted to his opponent's attack tactics at this critical moment.

He quickly blocked the jet's attack with his arms, while also looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Seeing that Luo Hao was so tenacious, the Jets increased the intensity of their attacks, trying to knock Luo Hao down with a wave of fierce attacks.

After hitting Luo Hao with his left and right elbows, he did not retract his hands. Instead, he clamped the back of Luo Hao's neck and used his left and right knees to continuously attack Luo Hao's abdomen.

However, Luo Hao showed amazing perseverance and resilience at this critical moment.

He gritted his teeth, braced his arms, and used all his strength to resist the jet's attack.

Under the dim lights of the ring, Jet stared with wide eyes at Luo Hao in front of him. His punches were as fierce as a storm, but every heavy blow seemed to be blocked by Luo Hao's hard body.

He felt like he was hitting a turtle's shell. He used all his strength but only suffered some superficial injuries while his own strength was rapidly draining away.

Jet knew that Luo Hao was in an extremely tough state at the moment. If he didn't hit the opponent's vital points, it would be a pipe dream to knock Luo Hao down with just a few punches and kicks.

So he retreated quickly, with a cunning look on his face, as if he was planning some sinister scheme.

Seeing this, Luo Hao was delighted, thinking that the jet was finally going to reveal a flaw.

He quickly rushed out from a corner of the ring, ready to counterattack.

Just as Luo Hao was about to rush out, Jet suddenly turned around, like a cunning fox, and hit Luo Hao's chest with his elbow like a hammer.

Luo Hao was caught off guard and suffered a heavy blow to the chest, sending him flying backwards instantly.

His back hit the iron net hard, making a dull thud.

"Uh!"

Luo Hao groaned and felt a sharp pain in his chest.

Then, the heat in his abdomen surged up like a volcano erupting, and a slippery, salty and fishy liquid instantly filled his mouth.

"puff!"

Luo Hao finally couldn't bear the great pain and spit out blood on the spot.

The bright red blood looked particularly dazzling under the dim light. Upon seeing this, the gamblers under the ring suddenly became excited, like a group of demons dancing wildly.

They all let out crazy shouts and celebrated Luo Hao's vomiting of blood.

Black Dragon stood in the audience, his face livid and his eyes flashing with anger.

He clenched his fists, wishing he could go on the field himself.

However, he knew that this was impossible and could only watch Luo Hao suffer in the ring.

When the Jet saw that Luo Hao was injured, the expression on his face became even more ferocious.

He rushed forward mercilessly and launched an even more fierce attack, punching the abdomen with his back hand, swinging his left fist hard at the temple, hitting the lower abdomen with a series of hooks, and swinging his back hand fist hard at the earlobe...

Each attack was aimed directly at Luo Hao's vital points, obviously intended to kill him.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

There were bursts of dull thumping sounds coming from the ring. Luo Hao used his arms to barely block the jet's wave after wave of fatal blows.

"Huchihuchi..."

"Huchihuchi..."

Luo Hao's arms were hit so hard that he almost lost consciousness. He leaned against the iron net like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath.

The situation with the Jets was just the opposite. A wave of fierce output made him exhausted. At this moment, he was like an irritated bull, staring at Luo Hao fiercely and gasping for breath.

"Sata no Ken, boy, I don't believe I can't defeat you."

At this time, Luo Hao was also holding back his energy. He even confronted the jet and even stuck out his tongue and made faces at him.

Jet was almost pissed off to death by the brat in front of him.

This scene not only amused all the gamblers under the boxing ring, but even the big guys in the luxurious private room on the second floor were laughing so hard that they fell backwards and laughed like pigs.

"Hahaha……"

"This jet, if this kid isn't beaten to death, he might get a brain congestion from being so angry after a while!"

At this time, Black Dragon was also made to laugh and cry by Luo Hao, "But it's okay, looking at Luo Hao's appearance, he finally relaxed."

The jet seemed to be going berserk. "Baka!"

His eyes were bloodshot and white mist was coming out of his nostrils. He rushed forward, swung his front fist to hit his face, hit his crotch with his knee, chopped down with his left elbow and hit his head, then used his right hand to chop horizontally with his elbow and hit his head, then hit his abdomen with his left lower hook, then held up his arm to hold Luo Hao's arm, continued to hit his ribs with a flat hook, and then hit his head in succession.

Finally, he used a vicious finger-pointing move to poke the eye. He just wanted to kill Luo Hao.